A/N: For those of you reading my story Cats and Dogs, this has nothing to do with it, it is just a Peter hale x OC story, that I wrote as per request. This has no part in my other story, just a random lemon. I hope you enjoy, xoxo - Sammi


Amane sighed as she got home. She had left the dance early, not really enjoying herself. She was tired of all the werewolf crap that had been happening. Sick of Peter stalking her. Sick of Scott being over protective. Just sick of it all. She walked up the stairs, to lazy to take off the heels on her feet. She remember Stiles making a joke about how they made her normal height. It earned him a slap.

She finally made it to her room. She entered, not bothering to turn on the light. She sighed as she sat on her bed, taking of the beautiful shoes. She threw them to the side, before laying back on her bed.

"Laying like that isn't good for the dress. And it is a beautiful dress. You don't want to ruin it, do you?" Amane jumped from her bed as soon as she heard the voice she had come to recognize was Peter's. She looked around the dark room, and noticed him by the window, leaning against it casually, like he hadn't just snuck into a teenage girl's bedroom. Amane inched towards the door, and Peter tutted before moving across the room in one stride and pinning her to the wall.

"Leaving so soon? Thats not very nice, I am, after all, a guest." He stated, staring down at her.

"A guest is invited. You broke in." She hissed at him. She heard him growl and his grip on her tightened. She saw his eyes flash red in warning. Amane froze and stayed silent. She watched as his gaze travelled down her body. A smirk appeared on his face, and Amane got a bad feeling.

"Its to bad, you know. Its obvious you like my nephew, but he is to dumb to notice. I guess that ends in my advantage." At the end of that sentence she was flying across the room, landing on her bed. He was ontop of her in an instant. She struggled but he pinned her hands above her head, both of hers in one of his own. It wasn't hard, since she was much smaller than him.

He towered over her 5'2 form, and her small features made him seem even bigger. He smiled down at her. Her panicked look was an absolute turn on. He could smell her fear, but he could also smell the smallest hint of arousal. He leaned in, his face dangerously close to hers.

"You smell that? Deep down, you are enjoying this." He stated, before kissing her. She didn't respond, only struggled, causing Peter to moan. The feeling of her body struggling under him was almost too much to bear. He forced her mouth open, and shoved his tongue inside. She bit down, and his eyes flashed red. He pulled back and slapped her. Her vision went black for a moment from the force. She looked back up at him when she could see. She glared at him.

"Don't try that again." He growled, wiping the blood that was coming from his mouth. He then kissed her again. She didn't bite when his tongue entered her mouth, and he smirked into the kiss. She did not respond however, and he didn't like that. His hand traveled to his belt, and he pulled it off. He pulled away just long enough to tie her hands to her bed. The panic look returned as she struggled against her bonds.

He stared down at her. She looked ravishing, her white hair done in cascading curls, her gold strapless dress that had a hint of leopard print. The dress was stunning, and was marvelous against her skin. His hands slowly traced up and down her sides, before going for the zipper. Amane whimpered at that.

"Please don't." She pleaded. Peter tutted at that,

"Now now, someone doesn't wear something so ravishing and then tell a man he can't ravish her." He said, pulling down the zipper. Amane felt helpless. For once in her life she felt utterly helpless as the dress came loose. And the fact that she was also turned on sickened her. She whimpered as he pulled the dress down, revealing her perky breasts.

She closed her eyes as she felt his hands ghost over her breasts. She hated the way he was looking at her, like some treasured prize he had won. She felt her dress being pulled off in one swift motion, leaving her in nothing but some lacy leopard panties, which Lydia forced her to wear, and right now she was regretting.

"hmm, someone was expecting something tonight." He stated, as he traced a finger along the hem of the panties, causing Amane to shiver. In both disgust and lust. He smiled as he smelled her arousal. She then felt a clawed finger in her side, and yelped opening her eyes, staring at Peter.

"Don't. Look. Away." He growled out, his eyes a glowing red. Amane nodded as his gaze returned to her body. She then noticed he was lacking his shirt, and wondered when he had taken it off. He was wearing nothing but his dress pants, and she couldn't help but notice how toned he was. her thoughts were cut short by him leaping on her.

He kissed her roughly, all gentleness gone. The kiss was forceful, and bruising, and all his restraint was gone. The little vixen was his, whether she wanted it or not. He forced his leg between hers, pressing his body against hers. He growled when he got no response. He put a hand on her ass, pulling her closer to him.

"Kiss back." He growled into the kiss. Amane didn't respond for a minute, and he could tell she was fighting with herself. To give into the pleasure, or resist like any sane person. Her mind was made up when she kissed back.

It was either do it willingly or be raped. It was the only reason why she gave in. At least thats what she told herself. She kissed back, her tongue fighting for dominance, even though she was hopelessly outmatched.

He growled and broke the kiss, his mouth moving across her jaw, and down her neck, biting and licking, not caring if he left marks. He slowly made his way to her breast, but froze when he felt her hips move against the bulge in his pants. His eyes flashed red, and he looked her in the eyes.

In an instantly her restraints were gone, and she was on her knees before him on the floor. She needed no instruction, as she unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, letting them fall to the floor. He hadn't been wearing underwear, and for a second she took in his sheer size.

He was by far the biggest she had seen, and hesitated, knowing it would hurt should he enter her. She was snapped out of it when she heard a feral growl. She glanced at his eyes for only a second, before taking him in her hand. He ground at the contact, his claws digging into her shoulder.

Her hand ran the length of it. Her hand couldn't reach around the whole thing he was so thick. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip, earning another groan before a snarl, telling her to move faster. She immediately took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. The moan and claws in her shoulders told her he was enjoying it. Her head bobbed up and down expertly, taking more of him in each time. It got to the point where she was deep throating him, and peter was lost in pleasure. He felt himself coming to the brink when she cupped his balls. He instantly pulled away from her, throwing her back onto the bed. He would be inside her when he came.

Amane watched as the Alpha crawled over her, everything he did seemed to be dangerous. His claws shredded her panties, and they were discarded to the side. His head moved between her legs, and his hot breath on her thigh caused her to shiver. She was soaked, and it caused him to grin. His tongue swiped along her lips, earning him a moan. He smiled before doing it again several times before moving back up to her face, and kissing her.

He moved himself to her entrance as he kissed her, and entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out in pain. While not a virgin, his size and her tightness caused it to hurt. But he was far beyond caring, as he pulled out before slamming back in, causing another cry. Her nails dug into his back, as he continued to pound into her ruthlessly. But her pain melted into pleasure, and soon the force of his thrust were pulling moans from her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

She came a few seconds later, screaming and moaning into his mouth. He continued to thrust as she rode down the high. His thrusting quickened, causing the pressure in her belly to begin again. His mouth moved down to her neck as they both neared a climax, and he began nibbling at the crook of her neck.

His thrusting became animalistic as he got closer, the speed and strength inhuman, causing Amane to climax again. She screamed out his name, nails digging into his back, and that was enough to send him over the edge. He came inside her, not bothering to pull out. He didn't care if she got pregnant, that was only good news to him. He bit down on her neck, hard. She whimpered as he marked hers as his, before she passed out.

Peter looked down at the vixen beneath him. He body was covered in sweat, causing it to glisten. His mark fresh on her neck, letting everyone know she was his. He sighed contentedly, before rolling to the side and pulling her closer. He had time stay, but would be gone before anyone got home.